// it's not enough that you're wrestling yourself
but your friends talk shit while you're going through hell //
but your friends talk shit while you're going through hell //
“I do have an equal part to play. And I have been. With every turn you’ve undermined it.” He feels like he’s digging his hole in deeper but he can’t quite keep his mouth shut. So much so that when Safrin continues, his gaze focuses on her with tired stormy steel. “Ask him. I doubt he’ll agree.” But he works his jaw as she brings up the mention of his sister and Melita, of Hotaru even.
He bristles a bit further. “Melita doesn’t want hardly anything to do with me. And Hotaru?” There’s a humorless laugh that leaves him. “How long until she turns on me again?” Because he can’t trust anyone. It’s exactly why he’d gone to Safrin for the items to help him handle his own mental state.
He knows he’s flawed. He’s only ever tried to do his best. But he does bristle when she makes the comparison, rolling his eyes as he heaves another breath. “That is not the reason.” It was simply a perk, and he doesn’t want it to be drug down to the base bones of it. “I didn’t want to come to the shrine every time and sit there, waiting for your disapproval or anger because of who I’m married to. I didn’t want to be chastised for my own happiness when it wasn’t with you.” He snaps, working his jaw, taking a breath to settle himself, his mind rebounding between the things he wants to say and the things he thinks are too far.
He bristles a bit further. “Melita doesn’t want hardly anything to do with me. And Hotaru?” There’s a humorless laugh that leaves him. “How long until she turns on me again?” Because he can’t trust anyone. It’s exactly why he’d gone to Safrin for the items to help him handle his own mental state.
He knows he’s flawed. He’s only ever tried to do his best. But he does bristle when she makes the comparison, rolling his eyes as he heaves another breath. “That is not the reason.” It was simply a perk, and he doesn’t want it to be drug down to the base bones of it. “I didn’t want to come to the shrine every time and sit there, waiting for your disapproval or anger because of who I’m married to. I didn’t want to be chastised for my own happiness when it wasn’t with you.” He snaps, working his jaw, taking a breath to settle himself, his mind rebounding between the things he wants to say and the things he thinks are too far.
// you said it feels like you're swimming through mercury
and every night you think you're gonna die in your sleep //
and every night you think you're gonna die in your sleep //
SUNJATA
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
